Some people call me the Space Cowboy, some call me the Gangster of Lurve, some people call me Maurice (woowoo!)... but generally I'm known as Titania, Bitch-queen of the North - 08/07/98 09:06:20
My URL:http://geocities.datacellar.net/Area51/Rampart/7461
My Email:e3159908@bohm.anu.edu.au
Hobbies: I skulk through the everlasting night of the back alleys, preying upon the virtue of the young and innocent, and howling at the moon in the wee hours of the morning, when mens souls are closest to those of their primeval ancestors who ran
n the wilds and lived life to the fullest unlike those meaningless petty children that scuttle to and fro about their mundane existances. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I like to read, and go to movies - I saw Starship Troopers the other night and it was
great - and I enjoy writing, which is what I do in lectures when I should be listening, but the lecturers are always so damn boring. Oh yeah, I guess I go to lectures when I'm not stuffing about on the internet. I go, that doesn't mean I pay attention.
Although I do listen in Pol Sci, because that's really interesting. We just finished liberalism and I was most intrigued by some of the conundrums raised. What? Huh? Move on? Oh, if you insist....
Preferred Music?: Veruca Salt!!! Yeah!! You sleep better when you're... you eat better when you're... you sing better when you're... you need me more when you're straight. They are truly magnificent and my life is incomplete without them be
ause the guy who owns the CD has taken it back, the bastard. How dare he do that when I want to listen to them? It's just plain inconsiderate. And he took away Metallica as well! Hey ma look it's me! He's just nasty. I don't think I'll talk t
him anymore. Unless he gives them back, that is.
Preferred Literature?: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife. Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, if you didn't know. One of my favourites. Another one of my favourites
begins with something really stupid, so I'm not going to do that. Oh, but, word to the wise, if you ever get a chance, read Pagan's Crusade by Catherine Jinks. She's an Australian author, so I'm not sure if you uncultured swine in the US will have any o
her books, but they're screamingly funny, especially the first one. The last one made me cry for about half an hour straight, breaking the previous record held by Dead Poet's Society. I love that movie. The book's pretty good too.
Where did I go wrong?: There is no wrong, there is only power. Actually, I think that's wrong. I think it's:there is no right, there is only power, and I think Tomas said it and I think it was in Magician, but what the hell, it sounded cool. It
robably doesn't now, but that's only because I've explained it to death. But then again, that's my job, isn't it? I mean, I thought it was, but I have been known to be mistaken. From time to time. And that's from a completely different movie th
t has nothing to do with ... hang on, Magician isn't a movie, is it. Yet, anyway. If they made a movie, who do you think would play Pug? My money's on Robert Sean Leonard, but I just like him, so I could be bias. I wouldn't know, even if I was, becaus
I'm bias, right? What was the question again? Oh yeah, where did you go wrong. Actually, I think where you went wrong was letting me sign your guestbook. What do you think?
Licks to center of a tootsie pop: To determine the exact response to this question, we must first define the issue. Licks: what one does to light poles in the middle of winter when one is really stupid and is being egged on by ones irritating nex
door neighbour. Center, or, if you prefer, as I do: Centre (being the odd Australian that I am): the action performed when posting a letter, as in: I centre a letter but she said she never got it... and Tootsie pop: That's where this whole process fall
down, because I don't have the foggiest notion what the hell a tootsie pop could even pretend to be on a windy day. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that I wouldn't know a tootsie pop if one crawled up my nose and died there. Are tootsie pops capable o
death? Are tootsie pops capable of rational thought? Is anybody? IS ANYBODY OUT THERE???
How old are you?: Enough to be cynical, not enough to lose the fun of play. I like to pick random numbers to celebrate as my birthday each year. This year I turned 943. Next year I believe I will be 57. Of course, if I got aboard a space ship a
d flew at the speed of light, I need never get any older, which would be quite funky, but also extremely boring, because there wouldn't really be a lot to do, and I'd have all eternity to do it in anyway. But I could get very good at playing cards. On t
e other hand, the minute the space ship hit light speed, my mass would become infinite, therefore I would cease to exist in a most gruesome but quite possibly painless fashion. It could be very cool. But I don't think I'll try it, thank you very much.
t was a sweet offer, anyway.
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Muahaha!!! Titania is back with a vengeance. I was going through my old guestbook the other day (which ran out of room because so many people love me and want to sign my guestbook) and I saw your old entry. And I remembered what I did to your guestbook
the first time I signed it. Tee hee hee. (It's on the third page, I think, for anyone who hasn't read it. Go and read, it's a real treat. Quite possibly better than this one, but then, the sequel is always just a pale shadow of the original, isn't it?
Sooo... I thought I'd come and do it all over again, just to see if you'd changed the questions or anything silly like that. But lo and behold, you hadn't. So I tried them all again, having to come up with new and interesting ways of being incredibly a
d long-windedly silly while still retaining enough interest that people might actually be willing to read. I'm also conducting experiments into how long I can make one sentence last. They're going pretty well, as you can probably tell from portions of t
is essay I call my guestbook signing. I'm quite impressed with my efforts this time.
A word of warning for the future before I go and leave you to your miserable existence without my light-filled presence: Never let me sign you guestbook. That goes for anyone out there reading this. I am evil! Muahahaha!
Titania - bitch-queen of the north, all around dodgy-burger and the one who takes the last biscuit. For $5, I'll even feel guilty. Adios!!
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